Night falls in the capital of Devonshire. Adlen, who had been waiting since this afternoon, was now dressed in the most gentlemanly clothes he could ever have. He wore black trousers, a white waist coat and a black coat paired with his red cravat. A watch was in his breast pocket, and his right hand was his cane.
He was still inside the guild of chance. And the guild master, Adam Lucrenze, was nowhere to be found. It seems like, just like Roxanna, although he was the guild master of this guild, not many people and employers knew his face.
Adlen walked around with his cane acting like a gentleman. Adlen took a while with his walk. Like a new man in the land, he was looking everywhere with a smile, making people speculate that he was somewhat new to this place and was excited. Furthermore, people will assume his background on the way he dressed.
Perhaps, this might arouse his target's curiosity.
